I loves them good…

Unrepentedly, I stood in front of the kitchen window, fingers chilled from handling their sweet, wet flesh. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, swaying like Stevie Wonder in a blissful trance, juice on my fingers and tiny seeds in my teeth. I stared out the kitchen window, blankly taking in the details of the sky, and shoved the next one into my mouth…
Plump and ripe, I reduced the strawberries to little clumps of stems. I don’t think I shared a single one from the package. I’m not sorry. He had his chance. Each day their numbers lessened as I obeyed the sirens’ call from the refrigerator. Today I finished them.